…except I’ve never bitten off anyone’s ear or been accused of rape and I don’t have face tattoos or a speech impediment. And I can’t box.
But I can squander money like the champ. And he admits to a “full-on raging addiction” to drugs and alcohol, so we have that in common. And these days he seems diminished somehow – but in a good way – just like me.
I’ve always thought of Mike Tyson as a Byronic hero – super human strength coupled with a guileless compliance that would be laughable if he didn’t seem so hair-triggered and deadly. He blew through $300 million in ten years. He trusted a hen-pecking wife and an entourage of mismanagers who padded their pockets and ill-advised him. And he went about like a giant toddler in a toy store, grabbing at everything that peaked his fancy…
In this barnburner we call life, some of us just can’t help ourselves…
